Absence

I can tell you now it's done...

As I write I plan to not publish till all this is over.

When you commit to writing a blog about your truth … It appears that avoiding certain truths causes a universal block.

Our house is up for sale.
It is quite emotional.
But I can show no chink in my resolve, lest Adam panics.

So I cannot tell you that I want to scream “I need to stay, to wait for my boy!”
And lay where he lay.
And sit where he sat.
And what of the beautiful rose garden I planted in his memory?

Half our life is in storage to declutter the house.
I have no clue what is where.

We are in a holding pattern waiting to see where we go next.
This state of flux is unnatural for me and what I am most hopeless at.

And of course the inner panic… will Luke know where to find me?